To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams.
I finally did some reading on this beast. I mean work toy. I mean fine piece of precision machinery. Expect some cool-ass huge-format shit coming out of this thing in the future.
Maybe I should pay closer attention to where I choose to park at a cemetery. Context: I'm the only Shaffer on my mom's side of the family, and I definitely don't know any Shaffers in Texas.
This place seent some shit.
Whomever renovated Hotel Settles watched The Shining just the right amount of times.
What does a 33er do for his birthday? Looks for roommates, gives dog scratches, buys cheap sunglasses, plans for the worst, and hopes for the best.
So hecking excited to get back into photogging pedals as if they were cars.
Still ketching up with photos of this place.
Before listening to Preet Barrara's interview with Bill Browder (HOLY SHIT), before Manafort and Gates' indictment, there was 7am in an East Texas swamp with no phone service.
I went to Burning Ban. I don't know why y'all get dumb for this festival.
CH ch ch... HA ha ha...
Big Day for Ol' Narcissa
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